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prisoner I :! ANTHONY Of /y | ] CI H I \ i: HOPE : X Copyrighted. 1894. 1898. by Henry Holt Cr Compiny J , MMWtMtlllWHIItlll I CHAPTER XVIII. T, |HE i iti' wherein I stooil I does not appear very fnvoru d Me to to night, yet for the next moment or two I thought ? profoundly. I had, I told myself, scor ed one point. IV Rupert lleutzuu'g errand what It might and the villainy he was engaged on what It would. I had scored one point. He was ou the other side of the inoat from the king, and it would lie hy no fault of miue If ever he set foot ou the same side again. I had three left to deal with? two on guard and I>e tiautet in his tied. Ah, If I had the keys! 1 would liave risked everything tuid attacked Detchard and I'.ersouln before their frleuds could Join them, ltut I was powerless. 1 must wait till the com ing of my friends enticed some one to cross the bridge?some one with the keys. Anil I waited, as It seemed, for half an hour, really for about five lulu utes, before the next act In the rapid drama began. All was still on the other side. The duke's room remained Inscrutable bo hind its shutters. The light burued steadily In Mine, do Mauliau's window. Then I heard the faintest, faintest, souud. It came from behind the door which led to the drawbridge on the other side of the moat. It lmt Just reached my ear, yet I eoulil not he mis taken as to what it was. It was made by a key being turned very carefully and slowly. Who was turning It? And of what room was it the key? There leaped before my eyes the picture of young Rupert, with the key in one hand, his sword in the other and an ?vil smile 011 his face. Ilut I did not know what door it was nor In which of bis favorite pursuits young Hupert was spending tii ? hours of that night. 1 was soon to lie enlightened, for the next moment -before my friends could lie near the chateau door before Jo liann. tlio keeper, would have thought to nerve himself for Ids task?there was a sudden crash from the room with the lighted window. It sounded as though some one had flung down a lump, and ti c window went dark and blai k. At tlie same instant a cry rang out, shrill In the night: "Help, help! Michael, help!" and was follow *1, by e shriek of utter terror. U l \va i uugiing in every nerve. 1 i tood on the t >inii" t. step, clinging to the threshold of the gate with my right hand and h ilding my sword In tny left. Suddenly 1 perceived that the gateway was broader than the bridge. There was a dark corner on the oppo site aide where a man could stand. I darted across and stood there. Thus placed 1 commanded the path, and no man could pass between the chateau and the old castle till he had tried con clusions with me. There was another shriek. Then a door was llung open and clanged against the wall, and 1 heard the han dle of a door savagely twisted. "Open the door! In God's name, what's the matter?" cried a voice, the voice of Black Michael himself. He was answered by the very words I had written in my letter: "Help, Michael?Hentzau!" A fierce oath rang out from the duke, and. with u loud thud, he threw him self against the door. At the same mo ment 1 heard a window above my head open, and a voice cried, "What's the matter?" and 1 heard a man's hasty footsteps. 1 grasped my sword. If De Oautet came my way the Six would be less by one more. Then I heard the clash of crossed swords and a tramp of feet and?1 cannot tell the thing so quickly as It happened, for all seemed to come at once. There was an angry cry from madam's room, the cry of a wounded man. The window was (lung open. Young Hupert stood there, sword in hand. He turned his back, and I saw his body go forward to the lunge. "Ah. Johanu, there's one for you! Come on. Michael!" Johann was there, then?come to the rescue of the duke! How would he open the door for me, for I feared that i ?Qupert had slain him? ' Help!" cried the duke's voice, faint and "husky. I heard a stir on the stairs nbore me, and I heard a stir down to my right In the direction of the king's cell. Hut bafor. anything happened on my side | ?o'r the moat I saw five or six men round young Hupert In the embrasure | of madam'" window. Three or four times he lunged with incomparable1 dash and dexterity. For an Instant they fell back, leaving a ring round him. He leaped on the parapet of the window, laughing as he leaped, and waving his swrfrd in his hand. He was drunk with blood, and he laughed again wildly as lie flung himself head long into the moat. What became of him then? I did not see, for as he leaped I>o Gautet's lean face looked out through the door fcy me, and without a second's hesita tion I struck at him with all the strength God had given me, and he teV dead In the doorway without a word or a groan. I dropped on my knees by him. Where were the keys? I found myself muttering. "The keys, jttmn the keys!" as though he had been j-et alive and could listen, aud when I : * I \ could not fliul them I?God forgive me! ?I believe I struck a dead man's face. At last I bad then). There were but three. Seizing the largest, I felt the lock of the door that led to the cell 1 fitted In the key. It wai right. The lock turned. 1 drew the door close behind me and locked It us noiselessly us I could, putting the key In my pocket. t found myself at the top of a flight of steep stone stairs An oil lamp burned dimly In the bracket. I took It down and held It lu my hand, and 1 stood and listened. "What in the devil can It be?" I heard a voice say. It came from behind a door that fac ed me at the bottom of the stairs. And another answered: "Shall we kill him?" I strained to hear the answer and could have sobbed with relief when Detchard's voice came grating and cold: ? "Walt ft. bit. There'll be trouble If we strike too soon." There was a moment's silence. Then I heard the bolt of the door cautiously drawn back. Instantly I put out the light I held, replacing the lamp lu the bracket. "It's dark ?the lamp's out. Have you a light?" sulci the other voice? Ber noulli's. No doubt they had a light, but they should not use It. It was come to tlie crisis now, and I rushed down the steps iiiid flung myself against the door. Jtersonlii had unbolted it, iitid it gave way before me. The ltelglan stood there, sword in liund, and I)eteh ard was sitting on a (touch at the side of the room. In astonishment at see ing 1110, I'.eraonln recoiled; 1 ictcbard Jumped to bis sword. 1 rushed madly at the Belgium He gave wa before me, and 1 drove him tip against the wall, lie was no swordsman, though he fought bravely, and lu a moment he lay on the floor before me. 1 turned. Detehurd was not there. Faithful to his orders, lie had not risked a tight with me, hut had rushed straight to tlie door of the king's room, opened it and slummed it behind him. liven now he was at his work ln-si !e. And surely be would have kllleJ the I king and perhaps nit* nisi had It not '???I'll tor one devoted man wlio gave his life for the King, for when X forced the door the sight 1 saw was this: The king stood In the corner of the room. Broken bv- Ills sickness, he could do nothing. Ills fettered hands moved uselessly lip and down, and he was .nughlng horribly In half mad delirium. Detebanl and tin- do. tor were together in the middle of the room, and the doc tor had flung himself 011 the murderer, j pinning his hands to his sides for an instant. Then Betehard wrenched him self free from the feeble grip, and us I entered drove his sword through the hapless man. Then he turned on me, crying: "At last!" We were sword to sword. By bless fd chance neither he nor Bersonlu hud been wearing their revolvers. I found them afterward, ready loaded, 011 the mantelpiece of the outer room. It was hard by the door, ready to their hands, hut my sudden rush In had cut off ac cess to them. Yes, we were man to man, and we began to flglit, silently, sternly and hard. Yet I remember lit tle of It. save that the man was my match with the sword?nay, and more, for he knew more tricks than I?and that he forced me back against the bars that guarded the entrance to Ja cob's ladder. And 1 saw a smile od ' his face, and li ? wounded me In the I left arm. No glory do I take for that contest.: t believe that the man would have mastered me and slain me and then ; done his butcher's work, for ho was i the most skillful swordsman I have eve: met, but even as he pressed me hard the half mad. wasted, wan crea ture In the corner leaped high in luna tic mirth, shrieking: "It's Cousin ltudolf! Cousin Rudolf! I'll help you. Cousin Rudolf!'' And, catching up a chair in his hands (he could hut just lift It from the ground and bold it uselessly before him), he came toward us. Hope came to me. "Come on!" 1 cried. "Come 011! j Drive it against his legs!" Detebanl replied with a savage thrust, lie all hut had me. "Come on! Come on, man!" I cried. "Come and share the fun!" And the king laughed gleefully and came on. pushing his chair before him. | With an oath Iieteharl skipped hack: and before 1 knew what he was doing 1 had turned bis sword against the king, j lie made one fierce cut at the king, and the kttig, with a piteous cry, drop-. ped where he stood. The stout rurtlan turned to face me again. But his own | hand had prepared his destruction, for in turning he trod In the pool of blood that flowed from the dead physician.j lie (dipped; he fell. Like a dart I; was upon him. I caught him by the throat, and liefore he could recover I , drove my blade through Ws neck, and with a stifled curse he foTl across the body of Ills victim. Was the king dead? It was my first thought. 1 rushed to where he lay. Ave. It seemed a 1 if he were dead, for ho had a (treat (tash across the fore head, ami he lay atlll in a huddled max* on the floor. I dropped ou uiy I , "ll'i Vouiin Itudoltl" knees beside him aiul leaned my ear down tn hear if Ue breu Ued. Hut be fore 1 could there was a loud rattle front the outside. I knew the sound. The drawbridge was being {tusked out. A moment later It rang home ugalust the wull on my side of the mout. I should be caught in a trap and the king with me If he yet lived. lie must take his chance to live or to die. 1 took my sword and passed Into the outer room. Who were pushing the drawbridge out?my men? If so, ol! was well. My eye fell on the revolvers, and I seized one and paused to listen In the doorway of the outer room. To listen, say I? Yes, and to get my breath, and I tore my shirt and twisted a strip of it round my bleeding arm and stood listening again. I would have given the world to hear Sapt's voice, for I was faint, spent and wea ry. And that wildcat Kupert IIent7.au was yet at large In the castle. Yet. be cause 1 could better defend the narrow door at the top of the stairs than the wider entrance to the room, I drugged myself up the teps and stood behind it listening. What was the sound? Again a strange one for the pi e-e and the time. An easy, scornful, merry laugh, the laugh of young Rupert llentzau! I could ettrcely lielieve that a sane men would laugh. Yet the laugh told tne that my men had not <? >uie. for they must h ive shot Rupert ere now If ill had come. And the clock struck half pn t My flod, the door had not be n opened! They had gone to the bank! They hail not found me! Tliey had gone by now back to Tarlenhelm with the news of the kite's death?and mine Well, It world lie true b 'fore they ; ?' th re Was not Rupert laugh i lug in t; iumnh? Tor a umme.it I sunk unnerved against the door. Then 1 started up alert again, for Rupert cried scornful ly. "Well, the bridge is there! Come over it! And in God's name let's see 111 ? 1; Michael keep back you curs! Mi chael, come and tight for li r!" If It were a three corn -red fight 1 ml-h yet bear my part. 1 tinned the key an the d >or and looked out. CHAPTER XIX. "v-s " OU n moment I could see noth jl; Ins. f ir tlie glare of lanterus and torches caught uie full In fc- ?a.>J he eyes froui the other side ?f the bridge. ISut soon the scene grew clear, and It was a strange aceue. The bridge was In its place. At the far end of it stood a group of the duke's serv ants. Two or three carried the lights which hud dazzled uie; three or four held pikes in rest. They were huddled together; their weapons were protrud ed before them; their faces were pale and agitated. To put it plainly, they looked in as arrant a fright as I have seen tne.i look, and they gazed appre hensively at a man who stood in the middle of the bridge, sword In hand. Rupert Ilentzau was in his trousers and shirt. The white linen was stained with blood, but his easy, buoyant pose told me that he was himself cither not touched at all or merely scratched. There he stood, holding the bridge a. aiust them nnd daring them to come on, or, rather, bidding them and lllack Michael to him. and they, having no , firearms, cowered before the desperate man and dared not attack him. They whispered to one another, and In the backmost rank I saw my friend Jo hnnu 1-nnlng against the portal of the door and stanching with a handker chief the blood which flowed from n wound in his cheek. l'.y marvelous chance I was master. The cravens would oppose me no more thin they dared attack Rupert. 1 had but to raise my revolver to send liirn to bis account with his sins ou his 1 - id. lie did not so much as know tl t I was there. 1 did nothing?why. I hardly know to this day. 1 had kill ed one man stealthily that night and , another by luck rather than skill?per- j haps it was that. Again, villain as the man was, I did not relish being ^ one of a crowd against him?perhaps It was that. But stronger than either of these restraining feelings came a curiosity aud a fascination which held me spellbound, watching for the out come of the scene. "Michael, you dog! Michael! If you , can stand, come on!" cried Rupert. ( And he advanced a step, the group shrinking back a little before him. The answer to his tauuts cauie in the wild cry of a woman: "lie's dead! My God, he's dead!" "Dead!" shouted Rupert. "I struck better than I knew!" And he laughed triumphantly. Then he went on: "Down with your weapons there! 1 m your master now! Down with them. I say 1" I helleve they would have obeyed. but ns ho sp ke camo new things. First there arose a distant sound, as of shouts anil knocking* from the oth- ! cr side of the chateau. My heart leap ed. It must be my men, come by u happy disobedience to seek me. The noi.-e continued, Ir t none of the re-t seemed to heed is. Tlielr attention was chained by what novr happened before their eye The group of serv ant* | arted, mid u woman stags 'red j on to the bridge. Antoinette de Mau 1 a v as in a ] >><? white robe, her d>uii l.air stream -d >?yer her shoe .ers, l.er face v. a. g! astly pale, and her1 eyes gleamed wildly in the light of the tpivhes. in her ??.Uiu ' hau l she held a revolver, and as she tottere.l for ward (he tired at liupert lleutzau. | the ball misse.l hlui and struck the woodwork over my head. "Faith, madam." lau hed Kupert, I ? liud your eye- I eeu no tuore deadly > t 11 your shooting I had not been In i . . scrape nor lliuck Michael In the lower regions tonight!" She took uo notice of his words. With a wonderful effort she calmed e l elf till site stood still and rigid. Then very slowly aud deliberately ah ? be.au to raise her arm again, taking most careful aim. lie w juld lie uia 1 to risk It. lie must rush on her, chauclug the bullet, or re treat toward me. I covered him with my weapon. lie did neither. Before she had got her aim he bowed In his most graceful fashion, cri sl, "I can't kill where I've kissed," aud before she or I could stop him laid his hand on th ? parapet of the bridge and lightly leaped into the moat. At the very m aneut I heard a rush of feet and a voice I knew?Sapt's? cry. "God, It's the duke?dead!" Then 1 knew that bin king needed me no more, and. throwing down my revolv er, I sprang out on the brid e. Tli-re was a cry of wild wonder. "The king!" and t'uen 1, like Uupert Henlzau, sword in ban 1. vaulted over the parapet, in tent on litii - hing my quarrel with him where I saw his cur'.y head fiftec yards off in the water of the moat. lb- swam swiftly and easily. I was wear/ and half cripol?d with my wounded arm. 1 could not gain on him. F"or a time 1 made no sound, but as we rounded the eorndr of the old keep I | cried: ruri. siapcri. isiop. I saw him I >ok over his sh mlder, but lie swum on. lie was under the bank now. senrchiug, as I gue sod. for a spot that lie imiiI.1 eliuib. 1 knew there to be none, but there w is u'.y rope, which would still tie hineie; where I had | left It. I! ? w mil eoiue < > where It was ! before I ciuld. IVihi s lie would miss j It; perhaps lie w mid tlnd It. tai l if h > j drew It up after him h? would pet a | pood start of me. I put fifth all my remaiulntrcuyth and pressed on. At last 1 began to gain ou him, for he. oc cupied with hi1 arch, unconsciously slackened his pace Ah, he had fouud it! A low shout of triumph came from him. lie laid hold of It uud began to bnul himself up. I was near enough to hear him mutter, "IIow the devil comes this here?" I was at the rope, and he, hanging In midair, saw me, but I could not reach him. "Hello! Who's here?" he cried In Startled tones. For a moment I believe lie took me for tiie king. 1 dare say I was pale enough to lend color to the thought, but an instant later lie cried: "Why, it's the play ' actor! IIow lame you h ??>, man?" And so saying 1. ? gained the bank. I laid hold of the rope, but I paus ed, lie stood on the bank, sword in hand, and be could cut my head open or split nie through the heart as I came up. 1 let go the ro|ie. "Never mind." said 1, "but as I am here I think I'll stay." He siuiled down on me. "These women are the deuce"? he began, when suddenly tbe great bell of tbe castle began to ring furiously, and a loud shout reached us from the moat. Rupert smiled again and waved his hand to me. "X should like a turn with you, but it's a little too hot," said he. And he disappeared from above me. In an instant, without thinking of danger, I laid my hand to the rope. I was up. I saw him thirty yards oft, running like a deer toward the shelter of the forest. For once Rupert Ilent zau had chosen discretion for his part X laid my feet to the ground and rush ed ufter him, calling to him to stand. He would not. L'nwounded and vigor ous, lie gained on me at every step; but, forgetting everything in the world except him and my thirst for liis blood. I pressed on, and soon the deep shades of the fore t of Zeiuia engulfed us both, pursued and pursuer. It v.as ;; o'e. ? k now, and day was dawning. X was 011 a long, straight grass avenue, and a hundred yards ahead ran .voting Rupert, h.s curls waving in th > fresh breeze. I was1 weary and panting. lie looked over bis shoulder and waved his hand ugain to me. He was mocking me. for he saw he had the pace of me. 1 was forced to pause for breath. A moment later Ru pert turned sharply to the right and was lost from my sight. 1 thought all was over and la deep vexation sank on tit ? ground, but 1 was up again directly, for a scream rang through the forest, a womau's scream, rutting fortli the last of my streugth. X ran on to the plaee where he had turned out of my sight, and. turning also. 1 saw him again; but. alas. I could not touch him. He was in the act of lifting a girl down from her horse. I >.< tle-s i was her scream that I hen . Sii ? looked like a small farmer's or a peasant's daughter, and she carried a ba.-kt t on her arms. Proba cy she was on her way to the early market at Zendn. Her horse was a stout, well shaped animal. Master Rupert lifted hp do.vu amid her shrieks. The sight of him frightened her, hut he treated her gently, laugh ed, kissed her and gave her money. Then he Jumped un the h >ine, sitting sideways like a woman, and then he waited for me. I on my part waited for him. Presently he rode toward me, keep lug his distance, however, lie lifted up his hand, saying: "What did v >u ia the castle?" "I killed three of your friends," said I. "Wb. t! Veil 1 >t to the cells?" "Yes." "And the king?" "He was Inn by Detehard before 1 killed Detehard, but 1 pray that he lives." "You fool!" a 1 Rupert pleasantly. "One tlnng mere I did." "And what's that?" "I spared your life. I was behind you 0:1 the I ue. with a,revolver iu my hand." "No? Faith. I 'was between two fires!" "(let off your horse," I cried, "and fight like n man." "Be " sail he. pointing to the girl. ???? your majesty!" Then iu v r. -e. hardly knowing wh t 1 (ltd. 1 n (1 at him. For a moment lie eoel to waver. Then he reined his horse In and stood waiting for u:e. On I went In my folly. I seized the bridle, and I struck at him. lie parried and thrust at me. I fell back a pace and rushed iu at him again, ami this time I reached his face end laid his cheek open and darted back before be could strike me. He seemed almost dazed at the fierceness of my attack; otherwise I think he must have killed me. I sank on my knee, panting, expecting him to ride at mo. And so he would have done, und then nml there, I doubt not, one or both of us would have died, but at the moment there came a shout from behind us. and. looking round. I saw Just at the turu of the avenue a man on a horse. lie was riding hard, and he carried a revolver iu his hand. It was Fritz von Tarler.heim. my faith ful friend. Rupert saw him and knew that the game was up. He checked his rush at me and flung his leg over the saddle, but yet for just a moment he waited. Leaning forward, he tossed his hair off Ills forehead and smiled und said: "Au revoir. Rudolf ltassendyll!" Then, with ids cheek streaming blood, but his lips laughing and his Vodv swaying w h ease and grace, he iiowed to me, and he bowed to the farm girl, who had drawn near in trembling fascination. ? I he waved his hand to Frit/ who was just with in range, and let fly a sh> t at him. The ball came 11 - d . it- work, for it struck the sword he held, and he drop ped the sword v *h au oath, wringing his Angers, and clapped his heels hard 111 bis horse's belly and rede away at a gallop. auu i watcueu urn go (town me ion? avenue, riding as though he rode for his pleasure and singing as he went, for all there was that gash in his cheek. Once-again h1 turned to ware his hand, and tii u the gloom of the thick ets swallowed liiin. and he was lost from our si lit. Thus he vanished? re< kless and wary, graceful and grace less. hands >me. d ? ?'liuir, vile and un conquered. And 1 liuug my sword pas sionately on the groua 1 and cried to Fritz to ride after him. but Fritz stop ped his h >r-e a.nl leaped down and ran to me and knelt, putting his arm about me. And. indeed, it was time, for the wound that l'eichard had given me was broken forth afresh, and my blood was staining the ground. "Then give me the horse!" 1 cried, staggering to my feet aud throwing his arms olf me. And the strength of my rage carried me so far as where the horse stood, and then I fell prone be side it. And Fritz knelt by me again. "Fritz!" I said. "Aye. friend?dear friend!" ?aid he, tender as a woman. "Is the king alive?" He took his handkerchief and wiped my lips and bent and kissed me on the forehead. . "Thanks to the most gallant gentle man that lives," said he softly, "the king fs alive!" The little farm girl stood by us weep ing for fright and wide ev \1 for won- ] i | /??.->c 1 I ".Au revoir, Rudolf Raattendyll I" der, for she had seen me at Zenda, and was not I. pallid, dripping, foul and | bloody as I was?yet was not I the king? And when I heard that the king was alive I strove to ery "Hurrah!" but I could not speak, an l I laid my head back In Fritz's arms and closed my eyes, and I groaued, and then, lest Fritz should do uje wrong In his thoughts, I opened inv eyes and tried j to say "Hurrah!" again, but I could not, and, being very tired and now j very cold, I huddled myself close up to > Fritz to get the warmth of him and shut my eyes again and went to sleep, i Portland Cement. The first Portland cement was manufactured in England about tee year 1824 bv .loeer.?li Aspdin i of Leeds, aud was so called on {account of the lesemblance of tb- hat dene*! material to the buiding stone then quarried on the island cf i'o.tlaud. Many noil- w> re erected from Aspdiu s time until 1880 in England and : on th " continent, but the methods of manufacture were very rruue and much credit is idue t <e tie!in. j un ' French ' manul'si lures who developed the I iuduetty, and w!io soou controll ed themaiKet of (tie wot id on ac | count of t be L?ii quality of th-ar ! pri -duct. Uutil a few years ago, the best 1 Portland cements were made in j Germany and it was not until about i873 that any of the material was produced in this country. From that time the growth of tne American industry Pas . een rapid and a; the present time H ere is consumed annually, in the Fnited States alone, over 40,000,000 barrels of Portland cement, less than five per cent of which is imported The chief reason for the wonder ful success in the manufacture of cement in tins country, is the de velopment of the rotary kiln, which simplifies the buruiue pro cess and insures the uniform per fect calcination of the raw materials. Engineers now agree, aud long time tests have shown, that American Portland cements far surpass those of European manufacture. Today there are nearly one hundred different factories pro ducing Portland cement in the United States, and it is some what confusing for one to deter mine which brand to choose in order to secure the best results. Tbere should be little difficulty, however, in selecting one of the best, if it is remembered that the best Portland cements are those which have long since passed the experimental stage, and are those which have been used with eLtire success for ail classes of high grade concrete construction. The cements to be selected should be those in whose manu facture the greatest care aud ac curacy is exercised and which are entirely free from any toreigu substances or adulteration ?fi. B. Dickinson. Mayor Schmitz Convicted. The conviction of Xlavor Schrnitz, of San Francisco, on a charge of extortion is a distinct triumph for the f n tn of decency in that graft ridden a , i unfortu nate city, Schmitz has given notice tnat h? will appeal to the court of last resort, on the ground that he was not treated fairly by the trial judge and be cause the jury was selected under circumstances unfavorable to him. Schmitz, it may now be presumed, will be deposed from the mayoralty, if he has not the good grace to get out voluntari ly. Then *new board of super visors may be installed without the risk of having them deposed by a crooked mayor. Sixteen of the eighteen members of the gov erning board of the municipality are confessed bribe-takers, yet they are still making the laws of the city. Immunity was promis ed to them for the sake of getting at the criminals higher up. Probably the city can afford to dispose of the petty grafters in that fashion, although the coun try generally would like to see the whole batch scattered. After Schmitz is disposed of, Prosecu tor Heney wili have on hand the trial of tne men who are charged with giving the bribes which six teen men confess they bave re ceived. The rich men are begin ning to see that grafting is a dangerous business, even in San Francisco. The country is watch ing the struggle with intense in terest, and ii Mr. Heney succeeds as well as he gives promise of doing, there will be a demand for his s"rvices else where.?Washing ton Post. The Two Ages of Man. There are two periods in a man's iite when he is unable to understand women. One ts be fore marriage and the other af ter.?London Tatler. I'll stop your pain free. To show you first?before you spend a penny?what my Pink Pain Tablets can do, I will mail you free, a Trial Package of them? Dr. Shoop's Headache Tablets. Neuralgia, Headache. 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